Jehova, quam multi sunt; Lord, what is man, lost man; Hosianna to the highest; Tell me, some pitying angel tell; Since God so tender a regard; In the midst of life; O all the people, clap your hands; In guilty night; The night is come; Close thine eyes; Now that the sun
+Croft: What art thou
+Blow: Peaceful is he and most secure; Salvator mundi
+Humfrey: Lord! I have sinned; Wilt thou forgive that sin